I had a dream, which I am going to attempt to describe here. It is not particularly interesting nor funny nor noteworthy in any way, but I try to record the dreams I do remember, so. There will be footnotes and a diagram because what it is is confusing and illogical.
Can’t remember the bit of the dream before this, but some guys were raising and lowering plastic containers on poles. Don’t remember the purpose,(1) but basically one morning one of the guys lowers one of the containers, and out falls a dead body. (This is occurring on cement steps.) Cue horror and outrage, the guy says something about students walking past and breathing in the nitrogen(2) (from the dead body in the container suspended above them). And there are a few people gathered around and trying not to breathe in so I hold my breath too, and walk out to the edge (I am at the top level of the steps) that overlooks the sea and take breaths of fresh air that I am relieved does not smell like corpse.
I turn to two people behind me who are watching the men with the body with their hands over their noses and mouths and tell them the air seems to be alright where I am standing. Then as I turn to walk back in they come towards me and one of them says to her friend, ‘Hey you were right, this one is rosier than the other guy.’(3) I walk back in with her and on the way I’m like, ‘Um, I’m a girl.’ And she says, ‘Yeah I know!’ We walk into this sort of auditorium and take our seats, and I keep breathing with my face buried into my jacket. I decide to take a whiff of the air without it and it smells funny so I duck back down. And someone says, ‘Oh it is pretty bad, but you either can smell it or you can’t.’
The auditorium is pretty crowded and I suddenly think wait…… where’s the body? Because there are people sitting on the middle block where the body was and I crane my neck to see if it’s still there. And someone mentions that it is one of the guys’ birthday and the whole auditorium sings him a birthday song that starts normal and turns into the Crescent version. I am really excited and gleeful and am clapping and drumrolling with my feet with extreme enthusiasm. The girl on my other side moves one seat away. I think about how much I missed doing that.
A dance starts up on stage to Tick Tock by Gwen Stefani.(4) Natalie, Yuhua, Jasmine, Debbie and Chantal are dancing. In shimmery green-blue dresses. And then I wake up.
(1) My dreams are full of things that make perfect sense in dream-world, and only when I wake up do I realise that I have completely warped the laws of logic and common sense.
(2) Dead bodies do not emit nitrogen, as far as I know. Or at least that is not what makes the smell. But my subconscious decided that nitrogen it must be.
(3) Yeah, I don't know either.
(4) It's actually called What You Waiting For? but that doesn't matter because my brain just made up a song and told me it was Gwen Stefani.
